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Still looking into her eyes, I lean down and
I suck on her clit, biting down simply enough to hear her cry of pain, which I soothe out with my tongue.
I keep hold of her hips as she jerks inside my palms. When I can't take it anymore, I pull again, slide my fingers to her pussy, and spread the ones lips wide to see her hollow and clit.
Stroking fingers across her nub, working them down, I slid them inside her, feeling how tight and moist she is.
In and out, I thrust inside her. Pressing my thumb to her clit, moving facet to side, I watch her take my arms, her pussy stretching across the digits.
She's rocking on them, taking them in deeper.
When I add a third finger, she pauses as this stretches her even wider.
"Chase?"
"You can take them." Working my arms inside her, I watch her, mesmerized. She doesn't keep back. Her face is so expressive, showing me how much she's loving the satisfaction I'm giving her.
I want those screams to fill the air, to surround us both.
I take her clit all over again, feeling her cunt ripple and pulse around my palms as I draw her nearer and toward orgasm.
Her orgasm is building up and my need for her alongside it.
I want her to come due to the fact this primary time, I won't be capable of managing it. I need to fuck her. To own her yet again and to not forget how excellent she feels on my dick.
She cries my name, the sound echoing off the walls as she comes. Keeping my lips on her pussy, I stroke her to the finishing touch.
When she will be able to take any extra of my tongue, I pull back but force my fingers inside her, stretching her out.
She whimpers, and I pull them from her body, sucking them easy as nicely. I love the taste of her pussy.
My hand goes to my belt, and her eyes open.
That's proper, sweetheart. We've most effectively simply commenced
Faye
I must hate him.
Report his ass to HR and just let the prison machine manage the whole thing. There's no manner I should permit him to blackmail me or pressure me into a nook that I don't want to be in.
He was given no control over me.
Yet, seeing him lick my cum from his palms, and hearing the sound of his belt in the room, I understand it would all be a lie. I don't want him to forestall.
He pushes his pants down, together with the black boxer briefs he wears.
His long, thick cock springs forward. I'm mesmerized by touching him. He runs his hand back and forth over his cock, pulling back the foreskin to expose the mushroomed head.
I can't believe I've sucked on that cock or been yearning for it.
This man is blackmailing me, and even nevertheless, I want him inside me. I should to hate him for what he's doing, but at the same time, I'm relieved. I shouldn't make a selection here.
To keep my sister near, I can give what he needs.
Chase Dunce is the person I want.
The man I reflect on is overdue at night time.
"Are you on the pill?"
I shake my head.
"Fuck. I want to feel you without a condom. We're going to get you on the pill, after which there's going to be not anything among us. You're not going to have another man, simply me."
How can I tell him that there isn't some other man that I want? I keep my mouth closed even though. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a packet. Within seconds he's tearing open a condom, and I watch him roll it onto his duration.
The room back at Cherry had condoms all over the region, so it wasn't difficult to locate one.
He puts the tip of his cock at my front, and I am anxious. My reminiscence of the ultimate time we have been together recalls the ache of his entrance. Even though he took me over five times,
the first thrust always became uncomfortable.
Slowly, he presses forward, taking his time as inch by inch he sinks in deep. I watch his cock disappear.
This time, there's no pain.
Just satisfaction.
My release makes it smooth for him to slide in. There's nothing preventing him. He holds onto my hips, drawing me off the couch. I wrap my hands around his neck, holding onto him as he moves so that his back is against the couch. My legs cross around his waist, and he's seated to the hilt inside me.
He's so huge that it's a little uncomfortable. As his fingers stroke up my back, I stare at his lips.
I don't know what possesses me, but I can't help but lean ahead and take his lips. Kissing him for the first time, I cup his cheek,
exploring his mouth. His hand sinks into my hair, bringing me even nearer.
Chase takes over the kiss, nipping at my lips. The sheer electricity in him isn't misplaced on me. He could do what he desired with me and there isn't something I ought to do approximately. Even with the bruises he left on my skin, I wasn't scared of him.
I'll never be scared of him.
He drives my need for him higher.
His cock pulses deep in me, but he's now not in a hurry to fuck.
He caresses down my body again, tracing to my ass, and I'm awed as a finger curves around my lower back, stroking over my anus.
I've not explored there earlier, and he is aware of it. He knows everything about my body.
He's the best man to ever get me like this.
Open.
Exposed.
And desperate.
He caresses down my body, skimming the brink of my titties before grabbing my hips.
Holding onto his shoulders, I follow his lead as he starts off moving to make me rock on his cock. Pushing me up then pulling me down.
I cry, and the sound is swallowed by his lips. I've no longer stopped kissing him. I don't need to hold.
Chase does this time and again, lifting me up, pulling me down. Each time he brings me onto his cock, he thrusts up, and he seems to hit a gap deep within me. This is too painful and yet so addictive I can't think straight.